Chapter 260： Want to be nice to you

The words spoken by the subordinates who had been investigating abroad before echoed in their ears:

"...According to neighbors, sometimes women's screams from Miss Luo's house seem to be painful..."

Ming Siran moved his fingers on his lap.

The cleaning lady glanced at him and said, "At the time, many people were terrified by her appearance. I heard that the lady looked terrible. Her brother was very angry when he smashed a camera. Later, her brother was very angry. I took her away and we are not allowed to speak out." Before Ming Siran could speak, she hurriedly waved her hand and said, "As for the others, I really don't know."

Ming Siran didn't speak, no one in the room dared to speak, it was very quiet. After a long while, he got up and walked out with his long legs.

There is no expression on his face, and his voice is even more cold: "Handle it."

The man beside him bowed his head: "Yes."

The outside sunlight shone down and enveloped the man's tall and straight body. He stood silently for a while before moving back to the black car parked in front.

...

In the dark room, the curtains were pulled tightly, Jiang Qingyu poured himself a glass of wine and looked at the wine-red liquid shaking in the glass with a strange expression.

She was wearing a bathrobe, her exposed skin was whiter than snow, and the man behind her lowered his head, some afraid to look at her.

"Got your things?" The woman turned her back to him, her voice soft, sounding very comfortable.

The man answered, took the phone out of his pocket and put it on the table.

Jiang Qingyu took a sip of wine without hesitation, turned around and walked to the table, turned on the screen, and opened the video stored in the phone.

The man whispered: "Luo Qiao is now living in the hospital. That variety show cannot be filmed, and it will no longer threaten you."

Jiang Qingyu's expression was faint, her slender and white fingers were holding the phone with delicate fingertips, which looked particularly good-looking, but what she said made people shudder: "Really? But I think it's not enough."

The man made no sound.

Jiang Qingyu clicked on the video, and soon a woman's scream came from the room.

The tone, mixed with extreme panic, was harsh, and it sounded numb to the scalp.

In the mobile phone screen, the image of the woman is recorded more clearly, Luo Qiao's hair is scattered, her eyes are out of focus, and she keeps backing behind her ears as if something is following her.

However, there is nothing around.

Jiang Qingyu looked at it and seemed to think the scene was very interesting, and smiled softly: "This video is released, do you think netizens think she is a lunatic?"

The man said: "It will definitely be."

Jiang Qingyu held his head and watched the video lazily. When it was over, there was still some meaning left.

"The beautiful and lovely Luo Qiao in everyone's mind is actually a mental illness." She shook her head and sighed: "You said, if everyone knew about it, how interesting it would be."

The man immediately said: "I will release this video now."

Jiang Qingyu folded his long legs, put the phone aside, and said, "No hurry." She took the red wine glass again and shook it slowly: "I remember there will be a big award ceremony in two days. They had invited Luo Qiao a long time ago. Wouldn't it be more interesting when everyone was in full view?"

"What you said is."

The woman chuckled and drank the red wine in the glass. The red wine flowed down her white chin to her neck, and she couldn't tell the lasting color.

...

Late at night, inside the hospital.

Luo Qiao was sitting on the hospital bed with a laptop on her lap.

She tapped with slender fingers, her lips were slightly pursed, and her eyes were cold.

——This is all the information about Jiang Qingyu abroad. In addition, we discovered something very interesting in the process of investigating her, you see.

Luo Qiao's eyes moved slightly, and she clicked on the file sent by her friend.

Scanning line by line, she slowly narrowed her eyes.

At this time, a sound came from the door.

Luo Qiao raised her head and saw a man with a straight figure coming from outside.

She quivered her eyelashes, closed the laptop in her hand and put it aside.

Ming Siran, as always, wore a white shirt and black trousers. He was upright and elegant. His coat was casually put on his arm. A pair of peachy eyes looked over him, but he was indescribably deep.

He closed the door and walked towards her with his long legs.

"Still having nightmares?" He looked at her and asked softly.

Luo Qiao remembered what happened last night, her fingers on her knees curled up slightly. She avoided his sight and pressed her lips lightly: "It's all right."

Ming Siran reached out and touched her face lightly.

The temperature of the man's fingers was a bit cold, and the fingertips fell on her skin, soft and squishy, ​​and his voice was a little hoarse: "Pretty..."

Luo Qiao's movements paused slightly.

The room was very quiet, and even the sound of breathing was clearly audible. The man's eyes fell on her, and he looked at her for an instant: "Is something hidden from me?"

Luo Qiao's throat moved inexplicably, her voice was very soft: "No."

Ming Siran's hand fell on her chin, and she said with gentle force, "Look at me."

Luo Qiao's eyes flashed and she couldn't help looking at him.

The man has an overly beautiful face, from the corners of the eyebrows to the beautifully shaped lips, everything is imperfect, especially the appearance of wearing a white shirt at the moment. The thin waistline brings out a sense of clarity and makes people's heart moving. .

He slowly leaned down, his eyes facing hers.

Luo Qiao pressed her lips.

The man's eyes were too hot, as if there was substance falling on her face, he stared at her as if he wanted to observe the slightest change in her expression.

Luo Qiao couldn't help but want to escape from under his fingertips. He turned his head, but he did not let go.

"Brother wants to be very nice to you."

The man's low and sweet voice slowly overflowed from his throat. He spoke slowly, and his gentle voice hit her heart word by word: "Give me a chance, OK?"

Luo Qiao's fingers couldn't help tightening the sheets under her hand, her eyelashes were trembling finely, and she felt the blood flow in her veins accelerate, and her heartbeat was so fast that it resembled.

Looking at him, the affection in his eyes is almost unbearable.

Luo Qiao watched him, her mouth moved, the syllable was on her lips, but she couldn't say it.

After a while, her mind slowly calmed down, and she said: "No..."

But before she said her refusal, the man kissed her in the next second.

The kiss this time was different. Ming Siran didn’t know where he lost control. His behavior was full of aggression. His fingers fell on the side of her face, a little bit of heat, and his dark eyes watched. She doesn't move anything.